Thank you Jack Campbell…for dragging my sorry ass out to Higher Ground last night to see Built to Spill. I have to admit, their recorded work was not floating my (drunken) boat, but the live show was superb. And the introduction to Al’s French Fries after twenty years in Vermont: priceless.
Best line of the night: “Dude, the lights are bright but the line moves fast.”
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Thank You Jonathan Franzen…for this much-needed Monday morning quote:
“Failure, failure, failure is mostly what happens. But the failures start adding up to possibilities if you wait long enough.”
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Monday Morning Quarterback Sez:
Jets rock. Deal with it, Wes.
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As I prepare for yet another “career” change, I’ve been thinking about my other dumb career moves. Here’s one:
Refusing Ben Cohen’s offer for the job of being his right-hand-man during a meeting in which we were demanding that his company, Ben & Jerry’s, transition to organic. I, instead, turned up the campaign heat on the ice cream giants, resulting in absolutely nothing since Ben & Jerry’s – to this day – refuses to get its cows off of Atrazine-sprayed feed. I guess that’s what they call a “lose-lose” move on my part. Nice work, Moike.
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Check it off: Day one of starting to get the draft horses in shape for the upcoming sleigh season. Bart the Percheron and Jim the Belgian – and Moike the Driver – are heading to a Stowe resort in about seven weeks.
I’m no economics master, but I’ve been doing some figuring lately. And I figure that pulling a log with a horse and making “x” amount of money is economically inferior to pulling tourists with a horse and making 10x the money.
I mean, correct me if I’m wrong. Economically.
[Note to readers: Prepare yourselves for a cryptic – yet caustic and under-punctuated – reply from Vermont’s top-slacker-candidate, Boots Wardinski.]
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Oh yeah, Built to Spill:
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Oh wait, this just in: The Montpelier Farmers’ Market is apparently being rocked by scandal, deceit and wild accusations. Stay tuned for more information once “my source” starts chirping, if you know what I mean.
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And then there’s this: Nothing.
Farmers’ Market story”? Does it involve a guy named Hatch? Yawn…
This blog, in its own little ‘homespun’ way is beginning to remind me of Obama’s ‘style’ of communicating to the public:
“My fellow morons, it was a busy day at the White House yesterday. Michelle and I had to teach the kids Polish in two hours before this corporate delegation showed up from Warsaw; but then it turned out, it was a delegation from Wausau, Wisconsin–go figure. I have to have another talk with my Executive Aide & Scheduler, Boots.
After that I signed some Executive Orders to give Homeland Security more power to monitor ‘suspicious street people’ and ‘suspicious neighbors’ of ‘suspicious street people’ who, hell, as far as you or I know, could be in some kind of plot to make all Americans look suspicious. I don’t know. Do you? Then I listened to this great CD sent to me from Vermont called: “White Trust-Funders Love The President.” It made me get down.
Yawn…excuse me…then the usual running the country and fucking with the world nonsense…you know, making a Jello commercial, bombing Pakistan, and accidentally on purpose dropping a few bombs on India, appointing more private sector people to mid-level cabinet posts, making another Jello commercial–Man, I love that crap!–and ordering the assassination of the usual suspects at home here and abroad. I also spent some time on the Net browsing websites on the list the Boys gave me that I can shut down after Congress passes that Internet bill. Then it was time for drinks and dinner with the Boys in the Executive Board Room. It’s the only time they let me use it. How ’bout that shit?
So, anyway–if you’re still listening–that’s what it’s like for me, most every day. Sometimes I read letters from average Americans talking about how poor they are and when am I going to get them jobs and restore federal funding for all kinds of programs. That’s how I lighten up, cause it makes me laugh. Sometimes I read the letters to the kids.
I think every day about the mistakes I’ve made in my life, and how I can make more. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. Now I’m going outside in the Rose Garden and cut down that big pot plant, if I can find where Boots put my solar-powered chain saw.
And one more thought before I go–Nothing. Lucky you.
Yeah, we may have to endure some loathesome jam band at HG just to give us an excuse to go back to Al’s. Nice.